Eliot York, you bemoan poverty behind a plate of pricy pork, while
I eat Alpo with toothpicks taped together 'cause I can't afford a fork
or wine for a bottle stuffed with Q-tips because a wino tore the cork
while roasting a fruit dove, a raccoon, a cocoon of worms & a stork
that were caught in the slit-eyed ice that froze the tasty **** of Björk
which transcends and debilitates simultaneously her ability to clork
with up to 60 foot pounds per square inch of thigh-fracturing torque